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You've just been teleported into the middle of your circus.  Everyone's expecting a show.  What few mortal souls surround you clammer at the possibility of this girl and this cat.  You are instantly struck with stage freight.  You've never done this.  You've never crashed the show.  You've always had time to prepare for your shows.  But now, now you have nothing prepared.  Nothing, except a little rap you did a few hours ago with Suki.  You preform the verses. 

precariously pronouncing (ha, how precarious indeed)

every phoneme every pronoun

you'll find yourself perplexed (need I say more)

by every thought you thought profound

don't get yourself so twisted

about the things you pervert (nope, so close)

You stop there before you receive any more embarrassment.  The audience doesn't seem impressed, nor do they seem to have minded whatever that was.  You look and see Bozo and your dad in the corner watching your bafoonery.  You do a little curtsy, and rush to your dad.

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